I haven't written Rose/Scor for a while, and I felt in the mood for some poetry. I hope you enjoy this oneshot from Scorpius's point of view. It is set during the Welcoming Speech of their Seventh Year. Read on my friends...
Fiery hair and an attitude to match,
Lips the color of her name,
Baby soft cheeks that would ignite, abalzed,
If something upset her.
Her silken voice an unearthly thing,
Coaxing you into a drunken stupor
With the simplest of words,
Her exquisite beauty so pure
You felt shameful to even look upon her,
Let alone love her.
But alas,
You, Scorpius Malfoy,
Had fallen for her.
Fallen for Rose Weasly.
It wasn't like you wanted to,
Or had ever intended to,
The thought had never crossed your mind,
Not even in the slightest.
But that night in the twinkling candlelight
That softly illuminated the Ravenclaw table,
In the middle of the Welcoming Speech,
That was opening your Seventh Year,
You fell for her.
Her expressive brown eyes that amazed you,
Were gazing at you intently from across the table,
And you knew right then,
That you loved her.
And their was something in her eyes
That made you believe,
She might have fallen for you too.
So, did you like it? Let me know, I love reviews. Rose and Scorpius forever!